After the flash marriage, the richest man's husband hugged me and didn't let go

Chapter 101 101: More than enough

"...Yes, I see, I'll go and order the kitchen now."

The manager responded tremblingly. Anyone who can come to this restaurant to reserve a seat is a person who should not be underestimated. If he can, he certainly does not want to offend anyone. After all, he still wants to open this restaurant in the imperial capital. It must be these bosses.

But compared with Rong Zhan, they are all farts.

Of course, the manager, who has always been slick in his life, can clearly weigh which is more important.

Therefore, it would be quite uneconomical to offend Rong Zhan for those few people.

After the manager left, Rong Zhan walked to the elevator again, looked at the number of words that dropped above, and narrowed his eyes: "Go check, what projects these companies are talking about recently, all of them are intercepted by me, the bank is over there. The funding department of the company also blocked them, making the noise a bit louder."

"Yes."

Qin Yu instantly understood that Mr. Rong wanted to kill the chicken and warn the monkeys.

Show it to those who are still chewing their tongues, what the price will be for their slanderous words.

After Rong Zhan left the restaurant, the manager asked ten waiters to go to the private room with ten plates of duck tongue.

Seeing the waiters file in, the people inside were stunned, and the middle-aged man boss who was the host got up in style when he saw that the plates brought by them were piled up on the table.

"What are you doing? Do you understand the rules? We didn't order food either. What's on the table?"

"Duck tongue?" One of the middle-aged men took a closer look, recognized what was inside, frowned, and was instantly annoyed: "Who asked you to bring this thing up? Your manager? Ask your manager to come over."

The atmosphere in the private room was instantly heated up.

At this time, the manager also walked in slowly and nodded slightly to the middle-aged men: "Mr. Ma, I am the manager of this restaurant."

"You came just in time, what's going on? Who asked you to serve the duck tongue? And there are so many dishes, look, what has happened to my table, how can I drink this wine? "The middle-aged man became more imposing again, and pointed fingers at the manager.

"Mr. Ma, don't be angry, I'm doing what I was told, I can't do anything about it." The manager nodded apologetically, but his demeanor was calm.

"Command? Whose command?" Mr. Ma asked with his hands behind his back, frowning.

"Mr. Rong's order said that it was President Ma and all the bosses who had worked hard, and he invited you to these ten plates of salted duck and Qiao Spring. He told you to eat and make up for it, let you taste it well, and don't let him down on his kindness. "

"President Rong? Which President Rong?" When the middle-aged man heard this, his hair immediately stood up, and he had an ominous premonition in his heart.

The rest of the people heard the words, and their nerves also tightened.

"Naturally...it's the same person Rong is always thinking of Mr. Ma." The manager said slowly with a professional smile.

In this imperial capital, the only person whose surname is Rong and who can issue orders is Rong Yun's Chief Rong.

"Several slow use, you can taste the taste of this salt-baked Qiao Spring, and we won't disturb your meal for now." Seeing the wonderful changes in their faces, the manager felt a little comfortable and relieved.

These people are usually regular customers of the restaurant, but they often relied on their wealth, and they were either abusive or disgusting to their waiters.

Among them, Mr. Ma is the most disgusting. He is still lustful when he is old. He occasionally touches the waitresses here. The waitresses don't dare to offend the boss, so they can only avoid it.

After he knew about such a situation, he generally would not arrange for waitresses to serve food in their private room, but instead would arrange for male waiters.

Now there is finally someone who can frighten him, and the manager feels, hey, comfortable.

In the next few days, Rong Zhan's trick played a very important role. The projects of those companies were blatantly blocked by Rong Yun's, and they were also blatantly blacklisted by sph bank.

In addition, the news that Rong Zhan invited them to eat duck tongue spread out that night, everyone knew that it was them chewing their tongues behind, and Rong Zhan caught them straight.

Look at Rong Zhan's method.

Damaged and cruel.

He also blocked the gossip of the others.

Those people are not stupid. They know that Rong Zhan is doing this for them to see. Naturally, they don't want to be targeted by Rong Zhan. Who wants to offend this ruthless master.

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Helping Tao Hongmin drive away evil spirits, the peach branch kept in the white magnolia bottle seems to be much more alive, and even the luck that was absorbed that day has recovered a little.

Sure enough, using a thousand-year-old relationship to nourish the soul is the best way, and it is also the fastest.

About the third day after the news of Xi Tao and Tao's engagement came out, Su Yang received the 'donation money' from Tao Anwen, and also wrote the words 'the incense money from the purse'.

Su Yang smiled, the amount of money was not too much, only seven figures.

Su Yang thought about it for a while, but still credited the first sale of the purse to Lin Qingle, the middleman. After all, she discovered Tao Hongmin's strangeness, and it couldn't dampen her enthusiasm.

She felt that with Lin Qingle, it saved her a lot of trouble, and the money was considered to give her a taste of the sweetness, so that she would not be scared away by these so-called evil spirits later.

Lin Qingle's jaw dropped when she received the account, so she called directly to ask, and she was a little embarrassed to learn that Su Yang didn't keep a single point and transferred it all to her.

After all, she didn't do much to exorcise the evil that day, and she didn't take the money steadily, so she returned [-]% to her, saying that in the future, she would just take the small head.

It is not only Mrs. Rong who is not short of money. As the daughter of the TV station director and the daughter of a singer, she is also not short of money.

However, earning money in this way gave her a little sense of accomplishment.

"What's this?" Rong Zhan asked while sorting out his tie when he saw the payment amount on her mobile phone.

"remuneration."

Su Yang raised his eyebrows, exited the interface, and threw the phone into his bag, replying in a rather condescending tone.

"Remuneration for the TV station?"

Su Yang shook his head, looked back at him, and the purple luck around him became more and more obvious. Compared with the first time he saw him more than three months ago, the change was very big.

Suddenly, he felt that before his 30-year-old calamity came, there was no problem with recovering his luck.

Maybe even more than enough.

"What's wrong?" Rong Zhan asked softly, seeing that her eyes were too focused.

"fine."

"What time does the recording end today?"

"It will be over around four o'clock in the afternoon."

"When your recording is over, I'll pick you up and take you somewhere."

"Huh?" Su Yang looked at him suspiciously: "Where are you going?"

Rong Zhan laughed lowly, kept mysterious, took her hand and walked out of the cloakroom: "You will know when you go in the afternoon, let's go, I'll take you to the TV station."

(End of this chapter)